We’ve hit the sweet spot with our nearly 5 year old that allows him to wake up in the morning, come say hi to us and bound down the stairs to make his own breakfast. We like this because he can eat and learn responsibility while we continue to lie in bed uselessly lamenting the start of another day.
And there you have the difference between kids and adults.
They see each new day as an exciting adventure, while we tend to err on the side of exhaustion. One of my favorite quotes from the movie Zoolander is when Maury yells into the phone,
“I’ve got a prostate the size of a honeydew and a head full of bad memories!” – Maury Ballstein
And while that seems a bit
hilarious inappropriate and a little over the top (I mean we are talking about Zoolander), I think that is how many of us tend to start the day, prostate or not. It’s so haaaaard. Why is everything always so haaaaard. The memories! OH the memories!
Add that to a bouncing child who just loves the world and goes around saying, “I’m just full of love mama. I have love in my heart!” and well, someone is going to have some adjusting to do.
Thankfully as the adult, I am trying to see the positives and do the adjusting. This is where the grace comes in and while I may be tired and maybe shouldn’t have eaten that 4th cookie after dinner last night, I know that there is beauty out there if I just allow myself to look at it.
This morning, Oscar finished his breakfast and came upstairs to tell us that the sky was really pretty. I thought awww that’s cute and continued to lay there for a few seconds unaffected. Then as an afterthought, I glanced over at the closed blinds and noticed they were glowing pink. I hopped up to open them and saw the most amazing sunrise! And it was right there all along.
I learned something about taste buds yesterday via Twitter and I’ve been thinking about it ever since.
I’ve complained about my picky eaters before, but yesterday about how what I really think is that my own taste buds are dying and therefore I require stronger flavors to enjoy food the way I used to love something more bland. I don’t know the science behind it all, but I’ve always been more philosophical anyway (see: Zoolander) so lets just go with it.
So we are these little super-tasters growing up and over time, our sensitivity dulls. We need something more like an onion or garlic or Sriracha. Just a little boost to make it better. Apply this to any area of life, food notwithstanding, and then what? We run out of spices until we just dissolve into these unfeeling, unforgiving blobs who don’t care about anything?
Well, sadly some people do that. But I’m putting on the brakes. In fact, this is precisely why I fight for dreams. I don’t want to be unrealistic or irresponsible, but I never want to stop dreaming. I never want to stop believing in, “what if?” or, “why NOT me?”. This is why I keep trying new things. Some of them stick while others run their course in a season or two. It is why I have a lifetime of great memories that overshadow the bad ones. It is why, when my son runs in to share his joy over a beautiful sunrise, I can match his awe with my own and savor the moment.
As a family, we have declared 2014 as the year of fun. That’s not to say we plan to goof off all year. Not at all. We are just going to focus on the fun and the sweet. Spend more time tasting the good things and open the windows. We’ll travel a bit and laugh with friends. I’m dreaming big. But I’m also dreaming small. I’m dreaming in everyday moments and toddler giggles. Our family mountain visit is largely to thank for this burst of inspiration. We have so much to be thankful for.
I’m game for a bit of a childlike attitude adjustment. I’ve got at least 2,000 taste buds left and I plan on using every last one of them.